Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.